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“Harder. Just a little…”

A dark smile touched his lips. He released my wrists and braced his forearms beside my head, lowering himself. The new position was overwhelming, his solid weight, skin sealing to mine, each grinding thrust rubbing my clit.

I wrapped my legs high around his waist, pulling him deeper.

He buried his face in my hair, breathing raggedly. “You feel like a dream. So wet. So tight. So fucking perfect.”

Each word stoked the fire. I was climbing again, pressure building in a slow wave. His thrusts gained raw power, his control fraying.

I met his gaze and my orgasm detonated, a silent shock before a shattered cry. Deep, pulsing clenches gripped him as my vision whited out, aware of nothing but pleasure and his anchoring weight.

He swore, rough, broken, and his control shattered. Thrusts lost rhythm, became desperate drives. With a final deep grind, he buried himself and stilled. Hot release flooded me, triggering another ripple of bliss.

Slowly, he rolled to his side, taking me with him, keeping us joined. Tucking my head under his chin, arms wrapped tight. He kissed my damp hair.

Minutes passed. The world seeped back. Scattered cushions.

His hand stroked my back in long, soothing passes. “Okay?” he whispered again, the question now weighted with new meaning.

I nodded against his chest. “More than okay.”

He was quiet. “The patience thing was a lesson from before,” He whispered against my hair. “I learned to wait for what mattered. To make it last.” He pulled back to look at me, eyes soft. “But with you, I just want forever, and I want it to start now.”

I traced the line of his jaw. I opened my mouth to respond, but he kissed me, slow and deep and sweet, before I could.

When he pulled back, that familiar wicked glint had returned. He shifted his hips, a subtle, promising movement that made me gasp. Still inside me, stirring to life again.

CHAPTER 31

BEST DECISION, DRUNK OR SOBER

DAVINA

Three weeks of marriage, and I still wasn't used to the way Dallas looked at me across a room.

He was doing it now, that slow, heated sweep of his gaze that started at my heels and traveled up.

“I can feel you looking at me,” I said, adjusting the placement of a cheese board for the fourteenth time as I cut him an amused glance.

“I like the view.” He leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed over his chest, biceps straining against the fitted black button-down he'd rolled to his elbows.

I cut him an amused glance, and his grin was slow.

The doorbell rang, interrupting our moment, and nerves bunched in my stomach as I glanced in the direction of the front door and then back to Dallas, who was already moving.

This was it. The moment we'd been building toward for weeks. Both sets of parents. All the siblings who already knew and had been keeping secrets for us. Brooke and Matt. Kali and James. Everyone we loved gathered in one house, about to learn that Dallas and I were madly in love and got married in Vegas.

No pressure.

“Breathe,” Dallas murmured, suddenly beside me, his hand warm on the small of my back. “We've got this.”

“Easy for you to say. Your mother isn't going to ask if you’ve had your hormones checked.”

“Has your mother asked that?”

“Multiple times. She's convinced my life choices are the result of a thyroid imbalance.”

The doorbell rang again, more insistent this time.